The blue, blue, bluest skies   Are heading my way   My finest days in life   Are coming to stay      'Cause after tomorrow   I'm no longer for sale   'Cause after tomorrow   I'm keeping myself      I hang my laundry out   To dry in the sun   And I take my suitcase down   And fill it with stuff      'Cause after tomorrow   I'm no longer for sale   I'll give back the sorrow, yeah   But I'm keeping myself   I'll give back the sorrow, yeah   But I'm keeping myself      My last blank notebook page   Is up on my empty wall   Where I write my story down   Then I turn and walk out      It says after tomorrow   I'm no longer for sale   I'll give back the sorrow   But I'm keeping myself, yeah      'Cause after tomorrow   I'm no longer for sale   I'll give back the sorrow, sorrow   But I'm keeping myself